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KINGDOM OF HUMANITY

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KINGDOM OF HUMANITY

Gods, Kings, and Utopias: The Tale of Humanity. Mahogany brick walls border the entire City Central of the Kingdom of Humanity,

and sets of pathways are neatly placed around the center of town. Town Square is in the middle of the richest part of the wealthiest city in the kingdom, and is tiled with bricks to complement the surrounding walls. Merchants, peasants, and wealthy scientists gather on Sunday morning to hear King Franklin Meads speak of scientific advancement. An old cathedral covered in moss stands tall in the center of town. Light shines brightly day and night from the balcony windows of the cathedral, and scientists emerge, pausing from their work to gaze at the townspeople. A dark flag with an image of a serpent biting his own tale waves dominantly on the top of the cathedral. What was once used for worship is now the place for scientific advancement.

“The scientific revolution continues, my brethren!” King Franklin Meads declares. “It will cultivate our minds and strengthen our bodies. The ultimate reward is near and free for anyone’s taking. I am the sole alpha, the beginning and continuous life. For anyone who believes shall never be alone.” 

The King is a slender figure wearing a black cloak; he stands behind a wooden podium on a tall stage, in front of thousands who have assembled. He proudly recites a speech, carefully constructing his words and smiling at his company. A round nose hovers over his long face and obscures the rest of his features. A crooked smile lay on his lips as he extends his hands to the masses.

 “Today, my comrades, I have brought Dr. Duval with me to show you the extent of my truthfulness,” his voice travels, thundering from large dark boxes which amplify his voice, stationed all around the podium. “He is a great scientist who has taken the time to improve our lives and give birth to immortality.” 

A short and chubby figure with a thick red beard enters the stage.

 “Good morning my pupils,” the doctor says as he smiles. “I am truly excited to be in your presence today and share the good news of immortality.”

Hundreds of rows of peasants stand closely together and their eyes are glued to the doctor. Their arms are tightly secured on either side and they maintain incredible posture. Their facial expressions mimic those of soldiers: masked emotion and obedience. They are dressed in black uniforms and invisible chains bind them together. For years the King has provided them with a comfortable lifestyle, but asks for only one thing in return: their total compliance. They are given everything needed in order to survive; shelter, food, and work. However, their faces, caricatures of national pride, only mask their true fear and submission.  

Dr. Duval smiles at his audience, takes out a small bottle from his coat pocket, and cradles it in his hands.

“I have devised medicine that will grant you eternal life,” the doctor beams. “Drink the entire bottle and in weeks you will feel the results. Your arms will grow stronger, your legs faster, and muscles sturdier. Those are just the starting results. The real results lie in eternity.”

The doctor motions for an old man to come join him on stage. The man looks about 90 years old, has high cheek bones, and is covered with numerous wrinkles. 

 “Sir, would you be so kind and show us your physique, and give a demonstration of your regeneration,” the doctor speaks confidently.

The wrinkled man rolls up his sleeves, flexes, and exposes bulging muscles on his long arms. He steps off the stage and takes off running through Town Square. The man sprints faster than anyone in the crowd could imagine themselves running at such an age, and he continues until he can no longer be seen. In a matter of minutes, he reappears and faces the thousands of spectators. Not a drop of sweat can be seen on him. He looks healthy and unfazed by the sprint. The wrinkled man bows and the crowd roars. King Franklin rises to speak again. 

 “My dear friends, medicine is a cure for your sins,” King Franklin says, arms outstretched. “You will no longer have to face the judgment of a false God. You will live freely and healthy in the paradise I have created for you here. Everyone shall remain in the Kingdom of Humanity. Live my brethren! Live for all eternity! I am your true savior.” 

The masses cling to his words. Their hands rise in unison. Their knees collapse to the ground. Their golden savior has arrived. He brings glory, enlightenment, and life. 

King Franklin steps off the podium, claps his hands together, and waits for the masses to indulge him with approval, meeting and greeting his loyal subjects in the crowd. 

“Tis grand of you to spread such illustrious hope amongst our people,” a voice screeches from the front row. “You are a glorious and true leader to save the entire world from darkness.”

“Yes, ‘tis great!” cries another. 

 “Absolute blasphemy!” a voice thunders from the masses.

Will be continued:

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